Poems for You and Me

Consequence

What have I done?

What can I do?

Can I get pass this?

Or a I really through.

When did I get there,

Quaking in fear,

I so want to move,

But my limbs won't make a groove.

Will they see the truth,

Behind this sorry youth,

Will they be ashamed,

Or even call my name.

I want to shout" I'm sorry",

Or even call out for " mommy",

But they wouldn't even look,

Like I was some crook from a book.

I wanted to die,

To fade away,

To give my body to the ground,

Lord please take me now.

I was disguised with myself,

I started think I was someone elase,

For now I can't return,

Back to a simple girl.

Now I must face this burden,

Carry this belly of pain,

Write my name on the wall marked,

"Number of Teen Mom and Counting".